Who did it, is the one above Stanfield?
Russell asked with a stinky face, voice activated the director's inner spiritual seeds and told him the truth.
No, there are indeed people behind Stan, some of them do have some skills, but since the police station dares to investigate him, they are not afraid of these people making trouble.
The director helped Russell eliminate a wrong answer: You are very smart and should be able to guess that tracing Stan is just the beginning, a signal, grasping the people behind him is the key, so these people are not afraid of them, and the police station is not afraid of them.
Who else could it be if they weren't them?
All aspects...
The director talked about the bad situation now: Just like what I am worried about, you were criticized for killing more than 200 killers in a slum. Two congressmen suggested that you think that your killing style is not worthy of the "Combat Cross" and you can't even continue to serve as a policeman. They are worried that you will have a neurotic attack one day and will shoot at the masses.
Members, what does this have to do with them?Russell was puzzled.
It has a lot to do with these two lawmakers supervising police work, and are power-for-nothing sound tubes.
Russell nodded, and then the question is, who is so face-to-face that can let the two congressmen take action personally to target him, an ordinary little police officer?
The answer is obvious. Mainland hotels, or more accurately, the people who run mainland hotels.
According to Russell's heart-to-heart talk with the killers, the mainland hotel has many branches around the world, and is so powerful that it only exists in movies. Behind it is a super underground institution jointly established by the global gangsters.
High table!
This organization formulates rules for the underground world, and all people who operate in the underground world, such as killers, must abide by the rules they set, and violators will be cleaned up mercilessly.
Such a huge organization, neither lacking money nor connections, was naturally suspended.
Regarding your suspension, it is the result of the police department's efforts. Be careful, you are in danger now.
The sheriff reminded him and then added: In addition to the pressure from the lawmakers, the media is also reporting on the deaths of more than 200 people in the slums. Fortunately, the online media has begun a overwhelming offensive, and your reputation is a bit... bad.
How bad is it?
Well, online media commented that you are a killer. If you have the ability to kill everyone, you have the ability not to kill them. You chose the former method. If the conclusion is final, you... may not be able to become a policeman!
boom!!
The black fog behind Russell exploded, a hideous demonic face opened, the transformed beautiful short-sized person lies in the corner of the wall, trembling, the liquid metal collapsed, and became a coward.
Invisible darkness came in the sky of New York City, and thunder streaked across the darkness, and a loud bang shocked the entire city.
In the spiritual world, the system ran wildly with its head in its arms, screaming with lightning.
After three seconds, the wind and clouds were light and everything returned to normal.
I see!
Russell hung up the phone expressionlessly, and the demonic face behind him was replaced by holy glory. A angel with a flapping edge turned from virtual to real, spreading his holy wings to wrap him up.
What if you don’t do as a policeman, is it a devil?
Russell said to himself, the angel figure behind him changed from white to black silently, and three pairs of pitch-black wings opened, handing a black flame sword to Russell.
roll!
Russell said angrily and waved his hand to slap the shadow of the fallen angel behind him.
It's awful. His psychological activities are actually concrete in the real world. He urgently needs to harvest a wave of heads to calm down.
My heart hurts so much. Without a five-digit soul sacrifice to the darkness, I might become the great devil who destroys the world...
Russell's eyes were dark, and black mist emerged from the corners of his mouth, hazy, and a fierce red light replaced his eyes. He slapped his face and replaced it with a positive and passionate face: In order to save the world, we can only aggrieved them to contribute to their dedication!
Go out, leave, get in the car, destination: New York branch of the Mainland Hotel!
……
Mainland Hotel New York Branch.
The magnificent general manager's office, high-end furniture, expensive artworks, and stylish interior decoration style, interprets the word "noble".
It is not the sudden rise of pure gold and silver, but the true aristocrat with a foundation and experiences precipitation and influence.
Manager Winston was upset by recent worries, and the New York branch suffered heavy losses, and his foundation was shaken.
There seemed to be not many of the two hundred and thirty-seven people, but many of them were their own people he cultivated. The death of these people seriously affected his voice in the organization.
Doudou!!
As the phone dialed, the clouds on Winston's face dissipated a lot, and he said kindly: John, have you considered going out again?
Are you in trouble?
Although I don't want to say that, it is true. A madman killed more than 200 people in me. I need your help to help me stabilize New York in case the ulterior motives ruin the order here.
……
Hearing the silence across the phone, Winston continued: It was a very terrible guy. In the head-on battle, he suppressed 237 killers alone and killed them all. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were monsters.
Winston, I'm retired.
I know, I don’t want to disturb your peaceful life, but for the sake of friendship, can you help your old friend?
Winston sighed: I can't think of anyone else who can kill that monster besides you.
Winston, I'm not his opponent, you said, he's a monster.
That’s right, ordinary people can’t deal with monsters, but the devil can. You are the famous "Night Demon" and the strongest killer!
……
Please, John!
Sorry, I...I don't want to talk about this now, give me a few days to think about it.
Can!
When the phone hung up, Winston's face looked much better. John did not agree, but did not refuse directly. There were still some talks.
At this time, the phone rang on his desk and an important guest came to visit him.
……
Wow, Mr. Adjudicator, why did the grandfather come to the office?
Winston greets people with a smile, his every move is full of medieval aristocratic charm, elegant but not intentional.
Mr. Winston, I won’t say much about polite words. I came here to pass on messages to the twelve managers of the High-Taipei. The shameful failure of the New York branch left the entire mainland hotel and even the High-Taipei meeting without any face.
The adjudicator had a zombie face and said seriously: Twelve managers expressed doubts about your ability, so they assigned me to New York to be solely responsible for this matter to save the lost credibility.
Just you?
Winston curled his smile and his face turned cold: Mr. Adjudicator, I am not questioning your strength... OK, I am just questioning you.
Mr. Winston, I come on behalf of the high table, please pay attention to your words.
The adjudicator's tone was cold and without any anger.
I know that I have served high tables for 40 years and are much more loyal than you, a young boy.Puchi, it's rude, I should have stopped laughing.
Winston said an insincere apology, covering his mouth and laughing.
Mr. Winston!!
He was ridiculed repeatedly, and the adjudicator could not suppress his anger and his eyes were flickering.
Listen, Mr. Attorney, I have no intention of offending the high table meeting, it is not at all. I just think you are unhappy.
Winston raised his wine glass and pointed at the surroundings and said: This is New York, my territory, my kingdom, I decide everything here.
The high table can take back everything, but be sure to send a more reliable guy instead of the idiot who is arrogant and makes me want to place an order and offer a reward as soon as I enter the door...
So, do you understand, Mr. Idiot?
Bang!
The adjudicator slammed the table and glared at Winston, gritted his teeth and said word by word: Pay attention to your words, I don't want to add a task to the Tribunal Hotel Manager to this trip.
Hahaha, you can't do it, you don't have that ability.
Mr. Winston, you can give it a try. I brought the most elite troops, and forty fully armed killers were outside the hotel. As long as I gave the order, I could...
Trial…No, Mr. Idiot.
Winston raised his hand and stopped, jokingly saying: Before you give me an order, remember to call the hotel to stop the operation first, otherwise you will die. This is the rule, the hotel carpet cannot be stained with blood.
I know, you don't need to remind me.
It’s not OK to not remind you, after all, you are an idiot!
asshole!!
……
Swish!
Camaro stopped at the door of the mainland hotel, Russell got out of the car and handed the driving doorman a hundred dollars. Then, under his surprised gaze, he walked into the hotel gate unscrupulously.
That guy, 300 million head...I'm not right?
The doorman read it right, the needles fell in the hotel lobby, and the killers sitting or standing were all shocked, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
The rewarded person appeared at the New York Killer Headquarters in a pantheon. What is the rhythm? Is it a waste of my life?
Mainland hotels have regulations that murder is prohibited within the hotel, and blood cannot be contaminated with the floor. Anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled and rewarded.
But today the situation is a bit special, and the killers are confused. If Russell fires, will they fight back or not?
A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Bang!
Russell took the M9 at the front desk: I'm looking for...who is the person in charge here.
The hotel receptionist Caron was stunned for two seconds and said politely: Sorry, sir, the manager is...
Click!
Russell raised his gun and aimed at Caron's head: I'll look for the person in charge, thank you!
Please wait.
Karon put away his useless nonsense, made a phone call and said: Please take the elevator over there, the manager is waiting for you in the office.
As he was talking, the tall and powerful hotel security guard walked out of the side and made a "please" gesture to Russell.
My intuition told me that the elevator did not lead to the manager's office...
Russell snorted coldly at Caron and turned toward the elevator: But it doesn't matter, you always have to eat some appetizers before the big meal... It's not a dessert.
Russell asked with a stinky face, voice activated the director's inner spiritual seeds and told him the truth.
No, there are indeed people behind Stan, some of them do have some skills, but since the police station dares to investigate him, they are not afraid of these people making trouble.
The director helped Russell eliminate a wrong answer: You are very smart and should be able to guess that tracing Stan is just the beginning, a signal, grasping the people behind him is the key, so these people are not afraid of them, and the police station is not afraid of them.
Who else could it be if they weren't them?
All aspects...
The director talked about the bad situation now: Just like what I am worried about, you were criticized for killing more than 200 killers in a slum. Two congressmen suggested that you think that your killing style is not worthy of the "Combat Cross" and you can't even continue to serve as a policeman. They are worried that you will have a neurotic attack one day and will shoot at the masses.
Members, what does this have to do with them?Russell was puzzled.
It has a lot to do with these two lawmakers supervising police work, and are power-for-nothing sound tubes.
Russell nodded, and then the question is, who is so face-to-face that can let the two congressmen take action personally to target him, an ordinary little police officer?
The answer is obvious. Mainland hotels, or more accurately, the people who run mainland hotels.
According to Russell's heart-to-heart talk with the killers, the mainland hotel has many branches around the world, and is so powerful that it only exists in movies. Behind it is a super underground institution jointly established by the global gangsters.
High table!
This organization formulates rules for the underground world, and all people who operate in the underground world, such as killers, must abide by the rules they set, and violators will be cleaned up mercilessly.
Such a huge organization, neither lacking money nor connections, was naturally suspended.
Regarding your suspension, it is the result of the police department's efforts. Be careful, you are in danger now.
The sheriff reminded him and then added: In addition to the pressure from the lawmakers, the media is also reporting on the deaths of more than 200 people in the slums. Fortunately, the online media has begun a overwhelming offensive, and your reputation is a bit... bad.
How bad is it?
Well, online media commented that you are a killer. If you have the ability to kill everyone, you have the ability not to kill them. You chose the former method. If the conclusion is final, you... may not be able to become a policeman!
boom!!
The black fog behind Russell exploded, a hideous demonic face opened, the transformed beautiful short-sized person lies in the corner of the wall, trembling, the liquid metal collapsed, and became a coward.
Invisible darkness came in the sky of New York City, and thunder streaked across the darkness, and a loud bang shocked the entire city.
In the spiritual world, the system ran wildly with its head in its arms, screaming with lightning.
After three seconds, the wind and clouds were light and everything returned to normal.
I see!
Russell hung up the phone expressionlessly, and the demonic face behind him was replaced by holy glory. A angel with a flapping edge turned from virtual to real, spreading his holy wings to wrap him up.
What if you don’t do as a policeman, is it a devil?
Russell said to himself, the angel figure behind him changed from white to black silently, and three pairs of pitch-black wings opened, handing a black flame sword to Russell.
roll!
Russell said angrily and waved his hand to slap the shadow of the fallen angel behind him.
It's awful. His psychological activities are actually concrete in the real world. He urgently needs to harvest a wave of heads to calm down.
My heart hurts so much. Without a five-digit soul sacrifice to the darkness, I might become the great devil who destroys the world...
Russell's eyes were dark, and black mist emerged from the corners of his mouth, hazy, and a fierce red light replaced his eyes. He slapped his face and replaced it with a positive and passionate face: In order to save the world, we can only aggrieved them to contribute to their dedication!
Go out, leave, get in the car, destination: New York branch of the Mainland Hotel!
……
Mainland Hotel New York Branch.
The magnificent general manager's office, high-end furniture, expensive artworks, and stylish interior decoration style, interprets the word "noble".
It is not the sudden rise of pure gold and silver, but the true aristocrat with a foundation and experiences precipitation and influence.
Manager Winston was upset by recent worries, and the New York branch suffered heavy losses, and his foundation was shaken.
There seemed to be not many of the two hundred and thirty-seven people, but many of them were their own people he cultivated. The death of these people seriously affected his voice in the organization.
Doudou!!
As the phone dialed, the clouds on Winston's face dissipated a lot, and he said kindly: John, have you considered going out again?
Are you in trouble?
Although I don't want to say that, it is true. A madman killed more than 200 people in me. I need your help to help me stabilize New York in case the ulterior motives ruin the order here.
……
Hearing the silence across the phone, Winston continued: It was a very terrible guy. In the head-on battle, he suppressed 237 killers alone and killed them all. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were monsters.
Winston, I'm retired.
I know, I don’t want to disturb your peaceful life, but for the sake of friendship, can you help your old friend?
Winston sighed: I can't think of anyone else who can kill that monster besides you.
Winston, I'm not his opponent, you said, he's a monster.
That’s right, ordinary people can’t deal with monsters, but the devil can. You are the famous "Night Demon" and the strongest killer!
……
Please, John!
Sorry, I...I don't want to talk about this now, give me a few days to think about it.
Can!
When the phone hung up, Winston's face looked much better. John did not agree, but did not refuse directly. There were still some talks.
At this time, the phone rang on his desk and an important guest came to visit him.
……
Wow, Mr. Adjudicator, why did the grandfather come to the office?
Winston greets people with a smile, his every move is full of medieval aristocratic charm, elegant but not intentional.
Mr. Winston, I won’t say much about polite words. I came here to pass on messages to the twelve managers of the High-Taipei. The shameful failure of the New York branch left the entire mainland hotel and even the High-Taipei meeting without any face.
The adjudicator had a zombie face and said seriously: Twelve managers expressed doubts about your ability, so they assigned me to New York to be solely responsible for this matter to save the lost credibility.
Just you?
Winston curled his smile and his face turned cold: Mr. Adjudicator, I am not questioning your strength... OK, I am just questioning you.
Mr. Winston, I come on behalf of the high table, please pay attention to your words.
The adjudicator's tone was cold and without any anger.
I know that I have served high tables for 40 years and are much more loyal than you, a young boy.Puchi, it's rude, I should have stopped laughing.
Winston said an insincere apology, covering his mouth and laughing.
Mr. Winston!!
He was ridiculed repeatedly, and the adjudicator could not suppress his anger and his eyes were flickering.
Listen, Mr. Attorney, I have no intention of offending the high table meeting, it is not at all. I just think you are unhappy.
Winston raised his wine glass and pointed at the surroundings and said: This is New York, my territory, my kingdom, I decide everything here.
The high table can take back everything, but be sure to send a more reliable guy instead of the idiot who is arrogant and makes me want to place an order and offer a reward as soon as I enter the door...
So, do you understand, Mr. Idiot?
Bang!
The adjudicator slammed the table and glared at Winston, gritted his teeth and said word by word: Pay attention to your words, I don't want to add a task to the Tribunal Hotel Manager to this trip.
Hahaha, you can't do it, you don't have that ability.
Mr. Winston, you can give it a try. I brought the most elite troops, and forty fully armed killers were outside the hotel. As long as I gave the order, I could...
Trial…No, Mr. Idiot.
Winston raised his hand and stopped, jokingly saying: Before you give me an order, remember to call the hotel to stop the operation first, otherwise you will die. This is the rule, the hotel carpet cannot be stained with blood.
I know, you don't need to remind me.
It’s not OK to not remind you, after all, you are an idiot!
asshole!!
……
Swish!
Camaro stopped at the door of the mainland hotel, Russell got out of the car and handed the driving doorman a hundred dollars. Then, under his surprised gaze, he walked into the hotel gate unscrupulously.
That guy, 300 million head...I'm not right?
The doorman read it right, the needles fell in the hotel lobby, and the killers sitting or standing were all shocked, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
The rewarded person appeared at the New York Killer Headquarters in a pantheon. What is the rhythm? Is it a waste of my life?
Mainland hotels have regulations that murder is prohibited within the hotel, and blood cannot be contaminated with the floor. Anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled and rewarded.
But today the situation is a bit special, and the killers are confused. If Russell fires, will they fight back or not?
A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Bang!
Russell took the M9 at the front desk: I'm looking for...who is the person in charge here.
The hotel receptionist Caron was stunned for two seconds and said politely: Sorry, sir, the manager is...
Click!
Russell raised his gun and aimed at Caron's head: I'll look for the person in charge, thank you!
Please wait.
Karon put away his useless nonsense, made a phone call and said: Please take the elevator over there, the manager is waiting for you in the office.
As he was talking, the tall and powerful hotel security guard walked out of the side and made a "please" gesture to Russell.
My intuition told me that the elevator did not lead to the manager's office...
Russell snorted coldly at Caron and turned toward the elevator: But it doesn't matter, you always have to eat some appetizers before the big meal... It's not a dessert.
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